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[mervinmcginty]

To: JMcGinty [@] Freenet
From: BestPilot [@] Freenet

All right. I'm dressed up a bit, Demiard, since I'm going down for a talk at the university later, but I'll go down and get a blood sample with your doctors. Apparently this has something to do with that Montechristeu guy. Moore was worried sick about him. Bad case of - you know - he's not dying, but he's not well, and he wants to pretend he's okay.

Not that I blame him. From what she said, his arrest wasn't benign neglect at all. Man's inhumanity to man or - something. I need to vent at you about it. Sometime. When you're not freshly shot.

Either way, I'll meet up with you, and buy you something to munch on while we head over, and you can make sure I eat something afterwards. Maybe we'll meet your boyfriend. You did ask him, right?

You can't just coast on forever, James. If he's that important to you, maybe you should ask.

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[etre_libre]

"It...veins..." Combeferre blinks, in horrified fascination. It's the kind of thing you have to just stare at hearing because you can't possibly DO anything else. It's like the horror stories people sometimes come in to tell when you get around to talking about differential diagnosis during the phase of your internship when they try to get you interested in various careers once you're finished with your sentence being everyone's favorite lackey. Well, in theory. Combeferre's own internship's been a little different due to everything keeping them busy, and the Necker being what it is, but still.

"I can see where you WOULD want to take someone to one of those, being stuck full of that." Combeferre's shaking his head a little, in wonder. "Really, if you're close and legally stuck, you can call. We've all been stupid and lucky, I think."

"Hear hear," R raises his hand from where he's sprawling over a chair now. "But it works."

[jamesmcginty]

"Vein glow usually means it's -" James trails off looking at his cousin. "That'd mean you got enough of a burn to have the glow spread?"

"Or shrapnel or dust hitting open skin. Not hard in an explosive situation like that. And the school got me bandaged and checked it over in a dark room to see how bad I was. I think someone's still got photos of my leg as part of the criminal complaints. I doubt you'd see anything cool now." Mervin eyes Combeferre cautiously. "I'm a bit - uh - gallows humor, I guess? Sorry. I started working with yavanite when I was twelve."

"Eleven," James says. "That's when you got in the flight school."